Room 327, Friday Morning
In Juliet's word, Friday morning meant time to start getting ready for the weekend.
Today, though, Friday seemed to mean ... not much in particular. She texted back and forth with a few people from New York, but it just got depressing hearing about the fun she wasn't having. So she called Jeremy out of boredom, but even he didn't pick up.
Dispirited, she flopped back on her bed with a Tennessee Williams biography (and no angora sweater), leaving the door open in case anybody interesting wandered by.
[OOC: Open post!]
Today, though, Friday seemed to mean ... not much in particular. She texted back and forth with a few people from New York, but it just got depressing hearing about the fun she wasn't having. So she called Jeremy out of boredom, but even he didn't pick up.
Dispirited, she flopped back on her bed with a Tennessee Williams biography (and no angora sweater), leaving the door open in case anybody interesting wandered by.
[OOC: Open post!]